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Ritual
Poison
Lavender Town
Rumors say that suicides and illness only occurred after the children playing Pokemon Red game reached Lavender Town, whose theme music had extremely high frequencies, that studies showed that only children and young teens can hear, since their ears are more sensitive.
Rumors say that suicides and illness only occurred after the children playing Pokemon Red game reached Lavender Town, whose theme music had extremely high frequencies, that studies showed that only children and young teens can hear, since their ears are more sensitive.
Left 4 Dead
Russian Sleep Experiment
The russian sleep experiment - Russian researchers in the late 1940s kept five people awake for fifteen days using an experimental gas based stimulant. After five days they started to complain about the circumstances and events that lead them to where they were and started to demonstrate severe paranoia. After nine days the first of them started screaming. Four of the five subjects were still alive, although no one could rightly call the state that any of them in 'life.' There were chunks of meat from the dead test subject's thighs and chest stuffed into the drain in the center of the chamber, blocking the drain and allowing four inches of water to accumulate on the floor. Precisely how much of the water on the floor was actually blood was never determined.
Full story: http://creepypasta.wikia.com/wiki/The_Russian_Sleep_Experiment
The russian sleep experiment - Russian researchers in the late 1940s kept five people awake for fifteen days using an experimental gas based stimulant. After five days they started to complain about the circumstances and events that lead them to where they were and started to demonstrate severe paranoia. After nine days the first of them started screaming. Four of the five subjects were still alive, although no one could rightly call the state that any of them in 'life.' There were chunks of meat from the dead test subject's thighs and chest stuffed into the drain in the center of the chamber, blocking the drain and allowing four inches of water to accumulate on the floor. Precisely how much of the water on the floor was actually blood was never determined.
Full story: http://creepypasta.wikia.com/wiki/The_Russian_Sleep_Experiment
Bye...
Samara, 13, Cascavel/PA
Keyhole
My car broke down and I drove as far as it would go. I ended up in front of an old beat-up house. I walked up to the scratched, old and worn out door. I knocked a couple of times until a sweet little old couple answered. They insisted that I stay until the morning when they could get some help.
At first I was scared to say yes but I thought they were nice enough, so I took them up on their generous offer. They cooked me a delicious meal and we all went to bed. As we passed a door to go to the bedroom they showed me was mine for the night they told me, "Do not go into our daughter's room". I thought it was kind of strange but it wasn't my house so I respected their request.
I woke up in the middle of the night around 3 o'clock to go to the bathroom. I was curious so I peeked under the door of the daughter's room. I saw a little girl sitting in a chair facing the wall. I assumed she must have been punished and did not want me to bother her. So I went to the bathroom and then back to bed.
A couple of hours later, around 4:30 am, I became real thirsty. I needed to get some water so I got back up and headed for the kitchen.
As I passed by the daughter's room, I was still so curious. I peeked in the key hole this time. All I saw was red so I assumed they must have painted the whole room red, including the key hole.
When I woke up in the morning, I went downstairs and thanked the old couple very much for letting me stay. They said it was no problem and asked how my night was. I said "it was good" and complimented them on the color of the paint job in their daughter's room. They said "what paint job". I then asked if their was anything special about their daughter. They said she died a couple of years ago and had one red eye.
I realized that the red I saw was nothing more than the daughter looking back at me, through the keyhole
My car broke down and I drove as far as it would go. I ended up in front of an old beat-up house. I walked up to the scratched, old and worn out door. I knocked a couple of times until a sweet little old couple answered. They insisted that I stay until the morning when they could get some help.
At first I was scared to say yes but I thought they were nice enough, so I took them up on their generous offer. They cooked me a delicious meal and we all went to bed. As we passed a door to go to the bedroom they showed me was mine for the night they told me, "Do not go into our daughter's room". I thought it was kind of strange but it wasn't my house so I respected their request.
I woke up in the middle of the night around 3 o'clock to go to the bathroom. I was curious so I peeked under the door of the daughter's room. I saw a little girl sitting in a chair facing the wall. I assumed she must have been punished and did not want me to bother her. So I went to the bathroom and then back to bed.
A couple of hours later, around 4:30 am, I became real thirsty. I needed to get some water so I got back up and headed for the kitchen.
As I passed by the daughter's room, I was still so curious. I peeked in the key hole this time. All I saw was red so I assumed they must have painted the whole room red, including the key hole.
When I woke up in the morning, I went downstairs and thanked the old couple very much for letting me stay. They said it was no problem and asked how my night was. I said "it was good" and complimented them on the color of the paint job in their daughter's room. They said "what paint job". I then asked if their was anything special about their daughter. They said she died a couple of years ago and had one red eye.
I realized that the red I saw was nothing more than the daughter looking back at me, through the keyhole
Reverse Claps [japanese urban legend]
In Japan, "clap hands" is considered something good, something that scares the evil and so on. But there is a reverse palm, and it is something you can not do, as they believe this bring the opposite of the conventional palms: it is called the palm of the dead.
There is a story/urban legend about the reverse palms. "A couple was touring haunted places. The man from the relationship was very excited to find some ghost, while his companion was very terrified. After visiting the first place, the young girl was still very scared and no longer wanted to go to the next place, which would be the abandoned house, but he insisted and took her anyway. After this house, the boy invites her to another place, and she unexpectedly accepted, and is all euphoric to go. It amazes the boy, and he picks up the car and they go to the third place. This would be a tunnel, where they say to be haunted and to have people buried by the walls. As they approach the young woman, says she’s exited, she claps her hands with the back of her palms.”
In Japan, "clap hands" is considered something good, something that scares the evil and so on. But there is a reverse palm, and it is something you can not do, as they believe this bring the opposite of the conventional palms: it is called the palm of the dead.
There is a story/urban legend about the reverse palms. "A couple was touring haunted places. The man from the relationship was very excited to find some ghost, while his companion was very terrified. After visiting the first place, the young girl was still very scared and no longer wanted to go to the next place, which would be the abandoned house, but he insisted and took her anyway. After this house, the boy invites her to another place, and she unexpectedly accepted, and is all euphoric to go. It amazes the boy, and he picks up the car and they go to the third place. This would be a tunnel, where they say to be haunted and to have people buried by the walls. As they approach the young woman, says she’s exited, she claps her hands with the back of her palms.”
Three Kings Ritual
If you havent already you should check out "please dont try this" to understand what this is about.
I sat there trying not to get freaked out by the feeling of openness when I started seeing movement in the mirrors on both sides of me, they moved even when I didn’t and when I shielded my eyes from the candle trying to eliminate the glowing under my face they still moved. I was trying so hard to see without looking that I didn’t notice at first when I started hearing the murmuring. It didn’t sound like whispering, it sounded more like listening to conversation through a pillow and I don’t know how long I heard it before I realized it wasn’t just in my head. At first I thought I was imagining it and I leaned forward trying to hear better (because for some reason it made sense at the time). But the fan sounded like a hurricane and I felt like I couldn’t hear over it. I kept seeing movement in the glass as I was leaning forward and I resisted the urge to look.
I asked if I was alone and the murmuring went silent. I waited several minutes in silence on the edge of my seat, I don’t think I breathed. I resisted the urge to bolt up the stairs like a little kid. “Who am I talking to? I asked. “Someone who knows.” Came from my left. “Yourself.” Came from my right. Both answers were clear as a bell. I seriously got the creeps and considered putting the candle out but instead- “Someone who knows what?” I asked.
Left: "You let him die, its your fault." Me: "its not my fault, i didn't know he was in that deep." Left: "because you never cared about anyone but yourself." Me: "thats not true." Left: "Yes it is, but thats okay, come on over here and see him now..." Left: "You are going to hell, you are going to burn!" Me: "I have faith." Right: "You cant lie to us."
I sat there trying not to get freaked out by the feeling of openness when I started seeing movement in the mirrors on both sides of me, they moved even when I didn’t and when I shielded my eyes from the candle trying to eliminate the glowing under my face they still moved. I was trying so hard to see without looking that I didn’t notice at first when I started hearing the murmuring. It didn’t sound like whispering, it sounded more like listening to conversation through a pillow and I don’t know how long I heard it before I realized it wasn’t just in my head. At first I thought I was imagining it and I leaned forward trying to hear better (because for some reason it made sense at the time). But the fan sounded like a hurricane and I felt like I couldn’t hear over it. I kept seeing movement in the glass as I was leaning forward and I resisted the urge to look.
I asked if I was alone and the murmuring went silent. I waited several minutes in silence on the edge of my seat, I don’t think I breathed. I resisted the urge to bolt up the stairs like a little kid. “Who am I talking to? I asked. “Someone who knows.” Came from my left. “Yourself.” Came from my right. Both answers were clear as a bell. I seriously got the creeps and considered putting the candle out but instead- “Someone who knows what?” I asked.
Left: "You let him die, its your fault." Me: "its not my fault, i didn't know he was in that deep." Left: "because you never cared about anyone but yourself." Me: "thats not true." Left: "Yes it is, but thats okay, come on over here and see him now..." Left: "You are going to hell, you are going to burn!" Me: "I have faith." Right: "You cant lie to us."
Full story: https://www.reddit.com/r/nosleep/comments/wejsj/my_three_kings_experience/
The Rake
After adjusting to the dark for a half second, I was able to see what caused the strange reaction. At the foot of the bed, sitting and facing away from us, there was what appeared to be a naked man, or a large hairless dog of some sort. Its body position was disturbing and unnatural, as if it had been hit by a car or something.
The creature then placed its hand on his knee and ran into the hallway, leading to the kids' rooms.I screamed and ran for the lightswitch, planning to stop him before he hurt my children. When I got to the hallway, the light from the bedroom was enough to see it crouching and hunched over about 20 feet away. He turned around and looked directly at me, covered in blood. I flipped the switch on the wall and saw my daughter Clara.
After adjusting to the dark for a half second, I was able to see what caused the strange reaction. At the foot of the bed, sitting and facing away from us, there was what appeared to be a naked man, or a large hairless dog of some sort. Its body position was disturbing and unnatural, as if it had been hit by a car or something.
The creature then placed its hand on his knee and ran into the hallway, leading to the kids' rooms.I screamed and ran for the lightswitch, planning to stop him before he hurt my children. When I got to the hallway, the light from the bedroom was enough to see it crouching and hunched over about 20 feet away. He turned around and looked directly at me, covered in blood. I flipped the switch on the wall and saw my daughter Clara.
Elevator Ritual
Want to see another word? Here is what you need:
A building with 10 floors or more with an elevator. Enter the elevator alone (the elevator must be empty as well). When entering the elevator, follow the order: 4th floor> 2nd floor> 10th floor (if someone enters in the elevator on some of these floors, the ritual will be undone). When you reach the 10th, press the button on the 5th floor without leaving. When you reach the 5th floor, a young woman will enter and accompany you in the elevator. (Do not talk to her)
After the woman comes in, press the 1st floor button. After pressing the button on the 1st floor, the elevator will take you up to the 10th floor, instead of taking it to the floor. (You may press the buttons on the other floors, so you will not complete the ritual, but this will also be your last chance to give up. If the elevator goes to the 1st floor, get out and dont look back). There is only one way to check whether you have been successful in the ritual or not; The world you came to must have only one person - that is, you. I do not know what happens after you get there.
But I can say one thing, the woman entering the elevator on the 5th floor is not human.
You can find some results of this ritual in reddit /nosleep
A building with 10 floors or more with an elevator. Enter the elevator alone (the elevator must be empty as well). When entering the elevator, follow the order: 4th floor> 2nd floor> 10th floor (if someone enters in the elevator on some of these floors, the ritual will be undone). When you reach the 10th, press the button on the 5th floor without leaving. When you reach the 5th floor, a young woman will enter and accompany you in the elevator. (Do not talk to her)
After the woman comes in, press the 1st floor button. After pressing the button on the 1st floor, the elevator will take you up to the 10th floor, instead of taking it to the floor. (You may press the buttons on the other floors, so you will not complete the ritual, but this will also be your last chance to give up. If the elevator goes to the 1st floor, get out and dont look back). There is only one way to check whether you have been successful in the ritual or not; The world you came to must have only one person - that is, you. I do not know what happens after you get there.
But I can say one thing, the woman entering the elevator on the 5th floor is not human.
You can find some results of this ritual in reddit /nosleep
Black Eyed Children
Have you been approached by Black Eyed kids? The phenomenon is described as children and teens who have jet black eyes without any sclera (white), iris, or pupil. They usually have pale skin or a death pallor. They may be wearing normal clothes or white nightgowns.
These black-eyed kids (BEK) usually appear at night. They may knock at doors and windows asking to be let in. Their voices can be monotonous and they may have high-pitched giggles.
Those who report encounters with them often feel that the children were somehow supernatural and extremely dangerous though they could not explain why.
Have you been approached by Black Eyed kids? The phenomenon is described as children and teens who have jet black eyes without any sclera (white), iris, or pupil. They usually have pale skin or a death pallor. They may be wearing normal clothes or white nightgowns.
These black-eyed kids (BEK) usually appear at night. They may knock at doors and windows asking to be let in. Their voices can be monotonous and they may have high-pitched giggles.
Those who report encounters with them often feel that the children were somehow supernatural and extremely dangerous though they could not explain why.
Smile.jpeg
There is an ineffable quality about my dreams, my nightmares, that makes them completely unlike any real dreams I have ever had. I do not move and do not speak. I simply look ahead, and the only thing ahead of me is the scene from that horrible picture. I see the beckoning hand, and I see Smile.dog. It talks to me.
It is not a dog, of course, though I am not quite sure what it really is. It tells me it will leave me alone if only I do as it asks. All I must do, it says, is "spread the word". That is how it phrases its demands. And I know exactly what it means: it wants me to show it to someone else.
So I did nothing for fifteen years, though I kept the diskette hidden amongst my things. Every night for fifteen years Smile.dog has come to me in my sleep and demanded that I spread the word.
...
Just spreading the word. :)
It is not a dog, of course, though I am not quite sure what it really is. It tells me it will leave me alone if only I do as it asks. All I must do, it says, is "spread the word". That is how it phrases its demands. And I know exactly what it means: it wants me to show it to someone else.
So I did nothing for fifteen years, though I kept the diskette hidden amongst my things. Every night for fifteen years Smile.dog has come to me in my sleep and demanded that I spread the word.
...
Just spreading the word. :)
Full story: http://creepypasta.wikia.com/wiki/Smile_Dog
"SCP-087"
SCP-087 is an unlit platform staircase. Stairs descend on a 38 degree angle for 13 steps before reaching a semicircular platform of approximately 3 meters in diameter. Descent direction rotates 180 degrees at each platform. The design of SCP-087 limits subjects to a visual range of approximately 1.5 flights. A light source is required for any subjects exploring SCP-087, as there are no lighting fixtures or windows present. Lighting sources brighter than 75 watts have shown to be ineffective, as SCP-087 seems to absorb excess light.
Subjects report and audio recordings confirm the distressed vocalizations from what is to be a child between the ages of █ and ██. The source of the distress calls is estimated to be located approximately 200 meters below the initial platform. However, any attempts to descend the staircase have failed to bring subjects closer to the source. The depth of descent calculated from Exploration IV, the longest exploration, is shown to be far beyond both the possible structure of both the building and geological surroundings. At this time, it is unknown if SCP-087 has an endpoint.
SCP-087 has undergone four video recorded explorations by Class-D personnel. Each subject conducting an exploration has encountered SCP-087-1, which appears as a face with no visible pupils, nostrils, or mouth. The nature of SCP-087-1 is entirely unclear, but it has been determined that it is not the source of the pleading. Subjects exhibit feelings of intense paranoia and fear when faced with SCP-087-1, but it is undetermined whether said feelings are abnormal or simply natural reactions.
Full story: http://www.scp-wiki.net/scp-087
SCP-087 is an unlit platform staircase. Stairs descend on a 38 degree angle for 13 steps before reaching a semicircular platform of approximately 3 meters in diameter. Descent direction rotates 180 degrees at each platform. The design of SCP-087 limits subjects to a visual range of approximately 1.5 flights. A light source is required for any subjects exploring SCP-087, as there are no lighting fixtures or windows present. Lighting sources brighter than 75 watts have shown to be ineffective, as SCP-087 seems to absorb excess light.
Subjects report and audio recordings confirm the distressed vocalizations from what is to be a child between the ages of █ and ██. The source of the distress calls is estimated to be located approximately 200 meters below the initial platform. However, any attempts to descend the staircase have failed to bring subjects closer to the source. The depth of descent calculated from Exploration IV, the longest exploration, is shown to be far beyond both the possible structure of both the building and geological surroundings. At this time, it is unknown if SCP-087 has an endpoint.
SCP-087 has undergone four video recorded explorations by Class-D personnel. Each subject conducting an exploration has encountered SCP-087-1, which appears as a face with no visible pupils, nostrils, or mouth. The nature of SCP-087-1 is entirely unclear, but it has been determined that it is not the source of the pleading. Subjects exhibit feelings of intense paranoia and fear when faced with SCP-087-1, but it is undetermined whether said feelings are abnormal or simply natural reactions.
Full story: http://www.scp-wiki.net/scp-087
Rock, Paper, Scissor
Rock Paper Scissors.
I choose rock. And my reflection too. I sighed, in relief.
Rock Paper Scissors.
We both choose rock again. Great.
Rock Paper Scissors.
Both scissors.
Maybe my friend was just making fun of me. I smiled victoriously.
Rock Paper Scissors.
My open hand, palm down, shuddered as my reflexion stretched two fingers.
Game over.
Rock Paper Scissors.
I choose rock. And my reflection too. I sighed, in relief.
Rock Paper Scissors.
We both choose rock again. Great.
Rock Paper Scissors.
Both scissors.
Maybe my friend was just making fun of me. I smiled victoriously.
Rock Paper Scissors.
My open hand, palm down, shuddered as my reflexion stretched two fingers.
Game over.
No End House
There was a little girl. She was wearing a soft, white dress that went down to her ankles. She had long blonde hair to the middle of her back and white skin and blue eyes. She was the most frightening thing I had ever seen, and I know that nothing in my life will ever be as unnerving as what I saw in her. While looking at her, I saw something else. Where she stood I saw what looked like a man's body, only larger than normal and covered in hair. He was naked from head to toe, but his head was not human and his toes were hooves. It wasn't the Devil, but at that moment it might as well have been. The form had the head of a ram and the snout of a wolf.
It was horrifying and it was synonymous with the little girl in front of me. They were the same form. I can't really describe it, but I saw them at the same time. They shared the same spot in that room, but it was like looking at two separate dimensions. When I saw the girl I saw the form, and when I saw the form I saw the girl. I couldn't speak. I could barely even see. My mind was revolting against what it was attempting to process. I had been scared before in my life and I had never been more scared than when I was trapped in the fourth room, but that was before room six. I just stood there, staring at whatever it was that spoke to me. There was no exit. I was trapped here with it. And then it spoke again. "David, you should have listened." When it spoke, I heard the words of the little girl, but the other form spoke through my mind in a voice I won't attempt to describe. There was no other sound. The voice just kept repeating that sentence over and over in my mind and I agreed. I didn't know what to do. I was slipping into madness, yet couldn't take my eyes off what was in front of me. I dropped to the floor. I thought I had passed out, but the room wouldn't let me. I just wanted it to end. I was on my side, my eyes wide open and the form staring down at me.
The house was toying with me.
It was horrifying and it was synonymous with the little girl in front of me. They were the same form. I can't really describe it, but I saw them at the same time. They shared the same spot in that room, but it was like looking at two separate dimensions. When I saw the girl I saw the form, and when I saw the form I saw the girl. I couldn't speak. I could barely even see. My mind was revolting against what it was attempting to process. I had been scared before in my life and I had never been more scared than when I was trapped in the fourth room, but that was before room six. I just stood there, staring at whatever it was that spoke to me. There was no exit. I was trapped here with it. And then it spoke again. "David, you should have listened." When it spoke, I heard the words of the little girl, but the other form spoke through my mind in a voice I won't attempt to describe. There was no other sound. The voice just kept repeating that sentence over and over in my mind and I agreed. I didn't know what to do. I was slipping into madness, yet couldn't take my eyes off what was in front of me. I dropped to the floor. I thought I had passed out, but the room wouldn't let me. I just wanted it to end. I was on my side, my eyes wide open and the form staring down at me.
The house was toying with me.
Full story: http://creepypasta.wikia.com/wiki/NoEnd_House
The Licked Hand
A beautiful young girl is left home alone with only her dog to protect her. On the news that night, they announced there is a serial killer on the loose in the area. Before she goes to bed, she locks all the doors and tries to lock all the windows, but the one in the basement won’t lock. She decides to leave it unlocked, but locks the basement door and goes to bed. Her dog takes its customary place under her bed.
In the deep of night she awakens to a dripping sound coming from her bathroom. Half-awake, the girl feels the comforting lick from her dog and falls back to sleep. She reawakens to the dripping sound, reaches her hand down to the dog where she feels the reassuring lick and falls back to sleep. Once more, she awakens to the dripping sound. She reaches her hand down and feels the lick of her dog.
Now curious about the dripping sound, she gets up and slowly walks towards the bathroom, the dripping sound getting louder as she approaches. She reaches the bathroom and turns on the light. She is greeted by a horrific sight; hanging from the shower nozzle is her dog with its throat slit open and its blood dripping into the bathtub.
Something on the bathroom mirror catches her eye; she turns around. Written on the wall in her dog’s blood are the words “Humans can lick too.”
A beautiful young girl is left home alone with only her dog to protect her. On the news that night, they announced there is a serial killer on the loose in the area. Before she goes to bed, she locks all the doors and tries to lock all the windows, but the one in the basement won’t lock. She decides to leave it unlocked, but locks the basement door and goes to bed. Her dog takes its customary place under her bed.
In the deep of night she awakens to a dripping sound coming from her bathroom. Half-awake, the girl feels the comforting lick from her dog and falls back to sleep. She reawakens to the dripping sound, reaches her hand down to the dog where she feels the reassuring lick and falls back to sleep. Once more, she awakens to the dripping sound. She reaches her hand down and feels the lick of her dog.
Now curious about the dripping sound, she gets up and slowly walks towards the bathroom, the dripping sound getting louder as she approaches. She reaches the bathroom and turns on the light. She is greeted by a horrific sight; hanging from the shower nozzle is her dog with its throat slit open and its blood dripping into the bathtub.
Something on the bathroom mirror catches her eye; she turns around. Written on the wall in her dog’s blood are the words “Humans can lick too.”
